(Big Boi)
Well its the m i crooked letter coming around the Rollin hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch Please ain't but inscence in my atmosphere I'm bendin corners in my lac boi cause how we be rollin here the slang is in effect because its Georgia Kickin they khakis and ... packin yo pieces cause you to cousin Catfish and grits is how my flow Rollin steady in that caddy but 50 bottles got to go See Juice and gin used to be my friend, the begin And now i'm just a player sauce, every now and then To catch a buzz like a bee Niggaz who tried to with me Get sprayed like raid cause it ain't see
(Andre)
My heat is in the trunk along with that knock No my heart don't pump no ... and get you spray Hooray yo block the one and Outkast Many a nigga fast and How you think you Quickly, they gone get me Got fo'em The devil up in yo grill and you still even know'em Show'em, the ok Like greens and whole eggs I got soul, thats somethin you ain't got That's why yo is ro-ten, in the land of ATL Where but pimps, fully equiped Quick to a sale, swell Rolling got my fitness boomin light Rocket smoke tried to stop me but they that its that...
(Chorus)
Its that southerplayalisticcaddilac music Now Players if you it You better make you don't abuse it We get cha hiiiighh, hiiiighhh
(Andre)
to drop these bows, like dusty rhodes Then I ho We knockin em off they feet like a southern supposed To do , I's in the house, like A is lit fo my kin folks And all the niggas that was down, since we broke Takin'em deeper than a So scream when you hear the of two My groove be thick as two fat sittin off in a room I'm packin my tag backwards if you want to be actin Word is bond like glue Its funky like poopa And every I say you can true.
(Big Boi)
okey dokey kastout I to God I got the highest boomin cadillac The coupe de ville Can you that you rat I take my cruisin round the city malls And under my seat for you suckers its your final curtain The one two to the p-u-m-p. You to do a jack I heat the barrel till this hippi get me See i get friendly gettin in i fit Organized is on the with the southernplayalistic shit So copy my slang and my shit But try heckelin me Cause sleepin you'll get with some southern hospitality
(Chorus)
(Big Boi)
Well music has been layed I may for all the ... be rolling like that today hoes So back up off get up on it if you want it Looking for and snitches was my thing on player's ball yup So now I step, rather walk with the Lit by, my niggaz are at point With college park hemp smoke style Is how I wanna end it on this so I pass it to my partner And back up in my cadillac
(Andre)
Step into my shoes, you sittin on truths And those for the hoes only when we through skies be blue The sun is it seemin That i glisten, rather got me leaning to the side Feel the pride, now that somethin I'm into your hood This ain't braile, but i'm out the roaches Dungeon if ya'll it Big Gimp, Goodie MOb, PA,
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